I leave you; you leave me. We don’t seem to know where we need to be. I get in my head, tense up in my bed. You’re full of remorse, but resistant with force.

I apologized. With blisters on my top feet, finger bruises behind my ears, with scratches from your nails that I can only see in mirrors. A cut in my mouth from biting my jaw. You see, I’m afraid, we didn’t fight for that long.